The best NYC restaurants to celebrate Bastille Day

This time of year you're constantly slapped in the face by the disgusting chicness of how the French half lives.

But alas, we live in New York — a poor man's more expensive Paris.

Thankfully, we've curated our edit of brunch spots where you can make a heaven of hell — a Paris of New York — and dine away your day in a Seine worthy scene.

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Bobo

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If, on this particularly lovely of days, we were to be at Bobo, happily sunning ourselves, planted in their dream of a garden, our order would look like this: To share for the table, there would be the local oysters with mignonette, a plate of their tuna tartare atop a a slice of brioche toast, and a dish of the smoked salmon tartine, a baguette spread with cream cheese, salmon, onion and grated egg.

And to most definitely not share, there would be the Omelette Fermiere, with asparagus, mushrooms and gruyere, side order of fries, and too delicious a treat of chocolate beignets and ganache to round it all out. In the words of the mythical character of a french Rachel Zoe - Je die.

Maman

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This cafe bakery tucked away in the elbow of Soho and Nolita has all the warmth of a cottage in Provence. Everything at Maman is precious — from their delicately patterned blue and white porcelain to go cups, to their affinity for curiously placed bunny figurines.

The menu changes daily, but a colorful quotidienne spread of pastries, quiches, soups, salads, and sandwiches can always be expected. And let us not forget the dessert treats. Perfect for pairing with a cup of the Toby's Estate brew.

Tartine

One of the most picturesque corner spots nestled in the West Village, Tartine is a haven of simplicity in a neighborhood where trendiness has the bad habit of creeping in.

With a tight squeeze of a dining room, dressed in wood paneling and decorated with lighthouses galore (a little weird, we agree), the truly French first seating choice would have to be the even tighter squeeze outside, awning covered, skimming the sidewalk at one of their handful of just barely big enough for two tables. Add an orange juice, coffee, and the plated perfection of their Grey Goose Cured Scottish Salmon over a warm potato pancake and fromage blanc. Oh, la vie en Tartine.

La Boite en Bois

La Boite en Bois is in fact a boite en bois. A little wooden jewelry box of a bistro peeking out onto Columbus Avenue from it's little 68th street nest. Perhaps the most decidedly arrondisement-esque neighborhood in New York, the Upper West Side lends itself to a most Parisian of jours.

After strolling la mise en scene of stone buildings and flowered streets, settle in for a charming meal. Peck at their Medaillons de Boeuf Bordelaise avec Pommes Frites for an elevated entree. Or cut in to something more casual, their Croque Monsieur to kill for.

Felix

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Felix is all about an accent aigu. Rosé. Paté. The oh-so French requisite frisée salad - classically dressed with poached-egg and lardons. The perfect brasserie go-to, this neighborhood haunt has been pleasing diners for some twenty years.

With a menu that checks off every box of French fare one could possibly desire, full of delicious buzzwords from tartare to frites, it's basically a hipster's unironic Balthazar - far more affordable, a petit peu more casual, though also, as can only be expected, a deal less magical.

Buvette

The ridiculously loved crowning jewel of the West Village's collection of odes to French cuisine, Buvette's staff may not be dressed in their Saint James la Plage finest like those at Cafe Cluny, but the fact that their other location is actually in Paris discards any question of authenticity. This place is heaven.

Everything - and we mean everything, is great here. Delicious, lovely, and great. If anything, suspiciously so. A real, picturesque version of that dream life in which you spend a majority of your time loafing at well-lit cafes. Ugh, and those oeufs!